My apartment is a castle this month.

i have the sense sometimes of otherness

I spend my day sitting.

And sitting.

And sitting.

the artist is a miner

digging through bedrock

with Spoons.

The sky fell on a Thursday.

My image always looks strange through the camera on my laptop.

The longest cave system in Maine can be found inside my parents’ house. It starts in the kitchen, rolls around through my childhood bedroom, sinks into the first floor and from there into the earth. It is surrounded by trees. It is beautiful. It is quiet. It is cold.

i’ve thought that dreams were things only

found in the dark /…

“Gerald, you can’t make crêpes while we’re running from the cops!”

“How fast did you say wyverns were, again?”